Woods Of Desolation The Leaden Sky Torn
Cold desolate winds howl
As the rain strikes my flesh alike the blade
The leaden sky torn
Fractured by autumn decay
The dead leaves wept so silently
All words - empty, unspoken
Drowning within the black depths of misery
The cold void gathering
Another severance, another scar
As meaningless as a tear to an ocean
Misery will await, alike the seasons and the tide
So shall Death await...
